Descriptive Essay

More than many other types of essays, descriptive essays strive to create a deeply involved and vivid experience for the reader. Great descriptive essays achieve this affect not through facts and statistics but by using detailed observations and descriptions.

One hot and sunny day, Brooklyn and her mom walked to the city from their new house. While they were walking they spotted some cute stores. SInce they loved shopping they stopped and looked at all of the stores.

She is small and sharp and angular. Her elbows hurt when they're pressed tightly against you and her small fingers dig into your sides. She rests her chin on your shoulder and it sinks into you. Her fingers are flat- but you always remember them flatter than they are. In your mind, they are a 2D part of her. Her hair looks as if someone set it aflame. It reminds you of October, of the orange, crisp leaves. While you are in no way overweight, you are definitely softer than her. Her hands are delicate, you’re always afraid you’ll crush them, so you hold her hand loosely. You can’t decide what color her eyes are. At first, they seem blue, but the next time you see her you could swear they’re green, and occasionally they look a stormy grey.

The candescent rays of the warm Chicago sun shone through the cream colored sheers of my hotel room, quite a peaceful way to be woken up if I do say so myself. Today was a big day, I finally got to meet Max and Tyler. I’ve known each of them for around a year now over numerous social networks and I’d say it's quite overdue for us to meet. You see, Max and Tyler both live in Milwaukee, and I live in Woodbury, so Chicago is kind of the perfect place for us to meet up. I was excited to see them, but I was also a bit anxious, what if we don’t end up getting along?

Jamaica. A country roaring with culture and beauty, just as I had imagined. Water as clear as glass and a jungle that touched the sky. Locals singing and dancing everywhere I looked. In awe of my surroundings I stood, not knowing that the next turn I’d make would shatter the perfect image I’d built, and change my perspective completely.

I could still hear the whispers as the police dragged my lifeless body to the squad car. My eyes were shut, but I could feel two dozen eyes glued on me. The image stayed in my mind until the images were no more. I was finally at peace. A sensation of bliss and freedom swept over me quicker than ever. Everything was swirling down the drain. Nefas, the parties, the flashes, the buzzing, everything. They said that New York was the place of opportunities, but for me, it was a place of bad decisions. It’ll be over soon.

Jack was sitting cross-legged on the wooden floor of his tree house. He shivered in the evening air, slouching inside his hoodie, his eyes glued to the pages of his graphic novel. At eleven years old, he was a voracious reader and completely unaware that the sun had set. He had been using his flashlight for over an hour, propped under his chin so his hands could hold the book open. His collie puppy, Lex, had been patient but was starting to think about his fluffy bed and treats in the house. He pushed his head between the book and Jack, using his saddest face and even whimpering a little.

I opened my eyes and slowly woke up. I breathed in the moist, salty air. I sat up and looked around my room. I looked at the plastic skull with carvings on it I had bought the night before. It looked so cool, but not as cool as when I bought it. As I climbed out of bed, I heard the door open in the main room. I listened through my door, as my Mom, and some other man talked about room service. Guess it was time to eat. I opened my door to a fantastic view. We were in Mexico, Ixtapa for spring break, and the whole living room was open to the elements. It was a wonderful view through the resort onto the beach. There was a small infinity pool that stretched over the balcony. It was beautiful. I walked over and sat down at the glass table. There was cinnamon bread, milk, and other sweet foods and drinks. As I ate, I thought about what was to come. I was excited for today.

I lift myself up and as soon as my feet touch the floor my body gets the chills of a cold hard wood floor. I man up and walk over to my little “office desk” and turn of the alarm, there was only the silence of nature's music. I took a moment to listen to the music and sighed to myself, a content sigh. I look back at the clock and it now says 5:35 AM time to get ready. I walk over to my closet door and put on the outfit from the boutique I’ve officially named the outfit Courtney. I opened the door and made my way over to the hallway bathroom next to my room and curled my wavy hair while looking at myself in the mirror. I have red wavy hair and dark green eyes I also have a few freckles on my nose and cheeks. My face is kind of diamond shaped and my features are pretty decent. Not to sound conceited but I always have though I was pretty, not supermodel pretty but average pretty. Otherwise I try to be humble with everything that I do so I don't give off the wrong expression. Anyways back to getting ready I think to myself, I continue to curl my hair for a few more seconds, as soon as I finish I comb through my hair with a brush and then bam instant “insta-glam hair!” Pleased with my look I walk out and turn off the bathroom light before leaving the bathroom. As I walk past my room down the hallway I notice that I’m the only one up Courtney must still be asleep. I wouldn’t blame her it was a long day yesterday of shopping and searching for clothes. As I walk down the stairs into

I never knew what it was like to have a normal heartbeat. I was your typical girl growing up that played with Disney princesses, loved pastel pink, and pranced around the house singing nursery rhymes at dawn. I would wake up every morning with a smile on my face and tell everyone and everything how much I loved them from my parents to my mini pink Barbie sofa that I adored. The world was beautiful and lovely, until I was thirteen years old. I was walking down the crowded and filthy streets of Times Square to a lavish five star hotel that rested on the corner of 45th and Broadway. I walked past the doorman whose hair was as white as snow to the elevator to go up to the 18th floor. I stepped inside of the elevator and clicked the circular yellow button which lit up with the touch of my finger. The elevator began to slowly glide slowly upwards towards my floor. The elevator then came to a sudden halt which took me by surprise. The lights went out. It was as dark as the night of halloween when the bats camouflage in the sky and there is no light to be seen not even from the old fashioned red brick houses decorated in cotton spider webs that lined the street of a tiny wealthy neighborhood in a large city. My entire body was jostled as if I was in the middle of an earthquake and I fell slowly to the ground like the wax melting from a candle. My heart began to thud. I could feel the blood pumping throughout my entire body. The sweat was dripping down my face like I just came out

The alluring sun rays peak through the clouds at Ponder Park as I step on the misty lawn. The sweet faces of those who have arrived, peer into the distance. The park represents a heinous, yet endearing place. Unexpectedly, a numbing breeze rushes throughout my entire being. Although I’m tired, the abrupt glimpse of the landscapes beauty glorifies me.

Ever since I could remember, I have always been able to communicate to the dead. However, when it first started, I didn’t know that they were spirits. They would play with me and be my friends. My parents just thought they were just my imaginary friends, that all change when I met my aunt.

I open the first door of the local diner to escape the crisp chilly morning air. Pausing for a moment, I soak in the warmth before opening the second door. Immediately the aroma of coffee overwhelms my nostrils. The tiny diner has only ten cheap, white tables and black metal chairs with red padding on the seats. I select the table closest to the window, sitting with my back to the wall, the window on my right, and the rest of the diner in front and slightly to the left of me. The diner is located on the corner of a square in Jonesboro, IL and has been open for about ten minutes. The only people in the diner are four men and myself. Then men are all dressed simple, blending in with the simple diner. One man is dressed in a blue, white, and black flannel that is tucked in with a phone clipped to his jeans. Another man has square-shaped glasses perched on his nose and is dressed in a white-buttoned down shirt. The third man also has square-shaped glasses and is dressed in overalls with a plain white shirt underneath it. The fourth man is dressed in jeans with a simple Anna-Jonesboro High School t-shirt. As I sit there gazing at the four men, I wonder why they are here; what are their intentions of coming to a diner at 6:40 in the morning?

A long time ago, I went hiking in a mysterious forest. I found a lamp in a cave, yes and actual lamp, like the ones you buy at Ikea and put in your living room. Anyway, I took the lamp, because it looked brand new, and brought it with me on the rest of my hike. Once I got home, I put the lamp on a shelf in my living room, and plugged it in. The next day, I invited my friend over to brag about the stylish lamp, and she was very pleased with it. We talked over Chick-Fil-a for a very long time, and we ended up somehow chatting about going to Italy. I then said, “I wish I could go to Italy!” And immediately I ended up in the Adriatic Sea with the lamp. What my friend and I didn’t know about the lamp, was that it was an enchanted lamp, housing a small genie inside of the light bulb. By plugging it into the wall, I activated his powers. I took the lamp, broke the bulb, and pulled out the miniature genie, and he said I had been chosen to be granted endless wishes.

I walk down an empty road feeling the cold breeze go through .As I look down at my outfit a long skirt and a sweater that were both black as night having my hair up in a sloppy pony tale.As I feel a weird feeling in my gut as if I am being watched as I turn around slowly scared what I might see as my heart starts to race.Only to find my own shadow behind me.I continue walking feeling stupid.Getting scared for no reason ,but the feeling in my gut would not go away as I turn around not expecting it.I see a creature.A creature that made my skin crawl.It looked human in the dark but in the light it was something entirely different.